Hael

Wild Heart

Sel- City Centre

Sel's heart threatened to beat out of his chest at the sight of the gore caused by a single, strong swipe from Kucing and the powerful swings of Oathsworn's blade. Sel knew, technically, that the Atropos would gladly kill him for having the wings that threatened especially now to force themselves out of his back, but he couldn't bear the sin of murdering an official of Nightshade. The crime was so heinous that he was soon shouting in spite of himself, yelling at Kucing, Empie, and especially Oathsworn to "stop this blasphemy". This was not what he meant when he suggested a distraction; this was heresy and chaos. People darted back and forth in panic and blood splattered the carefully laid cobblestone. This beautiful celebration had become a nightmare and he felt like it was his fault, but then his thoughts turned towards Avalon and the others. It wasn't his fault, it was theirs. This was all their idea, all he had done was try to learn more about being a Canavar and they had dragged him into this war against Nightshade. They were the sinners, he was just a bystander.

Sel turned to flee the scene and never return. He would travel as far as it took but he would find a way back to the country side and start a different life, he could put all this nonsense behind him and move on. But as fate would have it, Sel had accidentally referred to Oathsworn and Kucing by name when he yelled for them to stop attacking, and because of this the Atropos recognized him as a Canavar and, thus, an enemy of the Abbey. One of the Atropos rushed Sel with his blade drawn and Sel drew his axe out of fright. He tried to tell the Atropos that he meant no harm but that didn't slow the Atropos's advance. The sword was shoved into his left shoulder and was quickly pulled back out and slashed along his right cheek. Sel brought his axe down over the head of the enemy and -with a speed and accuracy he didn't know he possessed- chopped away at body of his attacker in several places. He struck the face, torso, legs, arms, and stomach until the Atropos fell backwards and choked on his blood.

Horrible guilt coursed through Sel as he realized what act he had just committed. The word sinner flashed through his mind. How could he kill a member of Nightshade? He was just like the others now, he was just like Kucing and Gideon and Empie and that horrible heretic Oathsworn. He had been planning on running away, but now that he had killed an Atropos he would certainly be tracked down if he did. He would be stuck hiding in that cursed cave with the other Canavar forever, having to live his life out as the King's pet. But just as the that thought came through he heard the ringing of a bell, then two, then four and five. The terrible sound continued to grow louder and louder as it dawned on Sel what was happening. Time seemed to stand still. Everyone -citizens, canavar, and even the Atropos- stood still and stared up at the sky. He didn't know where to go or what to do, the King was dead. He would be tracked down by Nightshade if he tried to run to the countryside, and he could no longer take shelter in the presence of the King. It was over.

Sel- The New Cave

Sel was tired and had dragged behind the rest of the group on the journey to the cave, so that he arrived just before Empie. He reclaimed his belongings from her without a word and proceeded into what would apparently be their new "home". He hated this cave, he hated Empie, Kucing, Gideon, Oathsworn, and whoever else Avalon had managed to force into this. He almost preferred begging or grave digging.

He was still wearing the heavy, burdensome armor of the Atropos and had succeed and patching up his wounds (witch proved to be mild). He had removed the helmet, however, and was now resting his head against the walls of the cave. What would they do now? This was all Avalon's fault, he had led them into this suicide mission. Fueled by that angry thought, Sel practically leaped out of his sitting position and glared with hateful eyes at the others. "Do you see what Avalon's foolishness has gotten us into now? I have tried putting up with your idiocy so far, I have tried blindly following your heresy but I'm sick of it. If your just going to mope around than that's fine with me, I'm going to go get some wood for a fire if nobody has any objections. Other than Kucing, of course." And stood waiting for a response but nobody ever replied

Wild Heart

Sorry for the delay, I'm writing the post right now.

Galaxy at War: Tales of the Crimson Legion

I'll change mine to be have been in for a year

Edit: @Arthanus I've made all the necessary changes you asked.

Wild Heart

I would post, but I feel like there just aren't enough people. If y'all want I can get one up within 20 hours

Escaping the Underworld

Uhh...there was a problem with my computer and I accidentally resent the CS. Just ignore this post. I had to edit out the CS.

Escaping the Underworld

Name: Patrick Sar
Gender: M
Race: demi-god; son of Morpheus, the god of sleep and dreams.
Apparent age: 27

When did you die:
April 3rd, 1779

What culture did you belong to?
Patrick was raised in Ireland, but later moved to the Virginia colony in America.

What did you do when alive?
Farmer and Hunter

Where did you go when you died?
Elysium, but only because of his demi-divinity

What did you do after you died?
Actually, not much. Just slept.

Sponsoring god?
Morpheus

Powers: He can put people into a sleep like trance and occasional speak to people while they're dreaming, but both of these abilities require more patience and concentration than he can usually muster.

Effects of time spent here: He slept and dreamed so much while in Elysium that he has grown lethargic and unfocused in both his thinking an actions.

Other: Despite his obvious laziness, if you can get Patrick moving he is very goal oriented, a trait probably inherited from his father.

Escaping the Underworld

I was just worried that you'd already decided who would be in, that happens sometimes. My CS will be up today or tomorrow, hopefully.

Escaping the Underworld

Is there room for anymore?

Wild Heart

So would I, but there doesn't seem to be much interest and the GM has vanished. I'm still willing to keep going.

Galaxy at War: Tales of the Crimson Legion

Name: Aeakron Viakwe

Alias: Aaron (Aeakron's real name is difficult to pronounce for some humans, so he simply goes by Aaron)

Gender: Male

Species: Hissho

Appearance:
(but with clothing)

Age: 35

Role: Field medic

Equipment:
-Modified Ion ray gun: A previously basic Ion gun that has been modified to allow a target's molecular and atomic structure to be fused back together and/or repaired after being shot by a regular ion gun. There's a dial in the back of the gun that can be turned to switch in between damaging (for combat) and repairing (for medical purposes, if someone gets hurt by an ion weapon).
-Carbon Fiber armour

Bio:
Aeakron was born on the barren wasteland that is Huygen, the home planet of the Hissho. He'll never forget the red, striped dunes of sand stretching on for infinity beneath the star-spangled night sky. This was because atmosphere of Huygen was fairly shallow, revealing the sharp stars above and allowing the sun's waves ensure everything is scorching hot. Aeakron knew his childhood as only a blur of studies. Schoolwork, intelligence enhancement training, reading, reading, and more reading to advance his knowledge. He, like all Hissho, was born with a competitive spirit and a need to succeed over others. Though most of his kind were focused on physical advancements, Aeakron instead toiled day and night to gain an intellectual advantage over the others of his age. His father was a doctor and his mother an ex-soldier, and hearing about father's medical work and his mother's glorious war stories gave him the drive to become a field medic.

After completing all necessary education, he was finally recruited into military training. The training was long, difficult, and often placed him out of his element when the strict Hissho instructors ordered him to grapple with other students, but despite all this he pressed on and eventually landed a position as one of seven medics in a large military group on the outskirts of Hissho territory. For a while things were easy. He only had work on a few cuts and bruises from fights and training accidents. But then the skirmishes started on the boarder, and cuts and scrapes were replaced with hoards of majorly injured soldiers who made it back from the fighting. After a while he was promoted to being allowed in combat.

He would hang around the back of battles and wait for an ally to fall on the field before rushing forward to give them aid, usually telling them to suck it up and keep fighting. Only on near mortal wounds did he send them back to the base, and he had to put a few out their misery. He knew the battles were brutal, but to him they were completely necessary. If they allowed the SSA to claim these planets, what would they claim next? No matter how many lives were lost or ruined, they couldn't back down or give in. He saw his own kind fall in battle, but many more fell on the side of the SSA (some even by him), and this gave him courage to keep fighting until the war was over. They had won, and he reveled in the victory. He hoped to be moved up in the military, but was more or less just forgotten about. Some soldiers were given awards, public congratulations, so on and so on, but there wasn't any glory for a doctor.

The war was over and there was nothing left for him but more scrapes and bruises (this was still before tensions rose to the point they are at now) so he began to once again crave excitement and the feeling that he was doing something. Almost immediately after his time in the army was finished he packed his few belongings and many supplies and started to seek out mercenary groups where he would be needed. For a good few years he would work in various mercenary groups as "the doctor" when somebody got shot, but they wouldn't let him in on any of the excitement. Eventually someone was impressed with his skills and he was- much to his own surprise- offered a place in the Crimson Legion. He had heard of them before, of course, but he was shocked when he was actually given the opportunity to join. That was a year ago, now, and in his time with the Legion he has developed an even stronger sense of purpose and drive, but he has mixed feeling about new recruits coming in. On one hand, new guys tend to get themselves killed or severely injured. On the other other hand, more newbies getting hurt means he can continue to ply his trade.